"Becca! Let's get going!"

I struggle to sit up from where I am laid down on the couch to see Marie waiting impatiently by the door. Her long blonde hair is curled in loose ringlets around her face, which holds about a pound of makeup and contacts to turn her eyes a dark violet instead of their natural blue. That, coupled with her bright purple summer dress and grey ankle boots, she's the complete opposite of my stringy brown hair, ombre-blue eyes, and sweat-clad body.

As a matter of fact, the two of us are so different that most people have a hard time believing that we're related at all, much less identical twins.

"What are you doing?" I groan, dropping my head onto the back of the couch. "You do realize it's summer right? We don't have any school?"

Marie rolls her eyes, before placing a perfectly manicured hand on her hip. "Gee, really? Well, I just thought that whole graduation thing was just another school play you swore you were going to try out for."

"What do you want?" I sigh, not really in the mood to go through this again, especially since at this point, it's really too late. Kinda hard to be in a play at a school you no longer go to. Marie doesn't seem to get that though, thanks to her unnatural stubborness. It's one of the unnattractive traits she got from our mother.

"I need you to drive me to work."

"Why can't mom?" I whine, flopping back.

"Because unlike you, everyone else in this house has a job. Hell, even Lenny is babysitting the Clarkes' kids down the street."

"He is?" I shake my head, automatically pitying the poor kids. "I wouldn't trust that boy with a rag doll."

"At least he's trying to make some money for himself instead of living off of me." Marie stomps over so she's towering over me with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Well, why shouldn't I?" I shrug, and struggle to keep eye contact. "You make more than enough money. You even offer it up to me most of the time."

My eyes flicker to just the left of her ear and a sense of dread washes through me, especially as she sighs, before smirking. "Alright, Becca. I won. Now get up, and start moving."

With a groan, I push myself from the couch and mentally curse my inability to keep eye contact even with my own twin. It's a horrible habit that I picked up thanks to eighteen-and-a-half years of being an introvert. One that never used to irritate me until Marie forced me to make the agreement that whenever we got into an argument, whoever glanced away first lost. Naturally, it was me who ended up doing so 99% of the time, seeing as her, being the stupid extrovert of the family, never once seem to break it.

I don't even bother to put on my shoes as I make my way out to the crappy brown Saturn that sits outside our house. It's not like I'll be getting out of it, anyway.

"I'm so freakin close to finishing my manga." I pout as I pull open the driver side door and slide in.

"You've read Full Moon about a dozen times." Marie sighs. "The ending isn't going to change."

"It's still better than being forced to drive you. When are you going to get your lisence, anyway?"

Marie shrugs before winking and shooting an irritating smile over my way. I can't help but notice that, as she does so, her hair barely moves with her. God, how much hairspray did she put in, anyway? "Why should I when you do more than enough?"

Throwing my words back in my face is a horribly low move to make, but I can't be too upset. After all, she only learned it from the best-and I learned it from my father.

Our hometown of Sioux Falls, is a decent sized city, with a disappointing amount of actual things to do, if you're a teenager. Well, if you're a teenager like me. Others seem to find enough entertainment in going to that new trampoline place that opened up on the west side, or one of the many pools, I, however, find little amusement in anything that requires physical activity and you can only spend so much time at the movie theatre before you throw up from over eating on oily popcorn, especially during a dry year for films.

On the far East side of town, almost into Brandon, there sits a fairly large building with an equally impressive sign out from that reads "South Dakota Talent Agency". I pull into the parking lot and stop at the curb that sits a few yards away from the large double doors.

Marie is a model, newly discovered just earlier this year. She isn't anything famous, but she's clawing her way to the top and for all my talk I'm happy for her (and not just because the money is coming in a bit heavier now). This is something she has fun doing, and seems to be the only thing she's capable of. Not that I imagine walking in a straight-line down a runway even in stilettos is that hard.

"I'll call you when I'm off." she smiles over at me, before reaching into that small handbag that all her fellow models seem to carry with them, and tossing over my driver's lisence. "Please do try not to ignore my messages this time."

"Then try not to get off when I'm in the middle of a movie." I shoot back, a half-willed smirk gracing my face.

"Mm, no promises." she throws open her door and gracefully slides out, before sprinting as fast as she can in her three inch heels towards the building, lest someone important catches her with her mess of a twin sister. She promised she wouldn't be embarrassed of me in front of her colleagues, but I can tell that change isn't just on the horizon, it's behind us and not in the good way.

All I can do is hope that some day her embarrassement will grow bad enough that she'll get her own freakin license and make me stop having to drive her all over the place.

MFKWSONT

Keith and Allison are waiting for me by the time I get home, perched up on the trunk of Allison's sleek black car. I'm not sure what type it is, but I do know it's expensive, having been given to her by her father who has been otherwise M.I.A for the last seventeen years or so, as a weak attempt to bond with her. Unsurprisingly, she took the car, but not the relationship.

One of her dark eyebrows shoots way up to her hairline as she takes in my appearance. It's been a full week since the last time we saw each other, so I can only imagine what she must be seeing, even though no actual shock or disgust fill heer eyes.

"We're goin' swimming." she says instead, waving my navy blue one piece on one finger. One of the sucky things about having friends with keys to your house is that they seem to assume that it's to be used for their own personal problems than emergencies.

"Cool, have fun." I march over and go to grab the suit from her, but she holds it out of my reach with a smirk.

"We are going swimming." she swings her arm between the three of us.

"I don't swim."

"Oh, sure you do." she chuckles. "Just not well."

Before I can protest, the two of them are jumping off the car and pulling me towards the back seat. Apparently, they aren't going to listen to reason, which doesn't stop me from struggling and protesting as readily as I can. Not that it does me any good, thanks to the fact that they both are avid sports players (despite technically being introverts themselves) and the closest thing I've ever gotten to a school activity were the constant plans to try out for plays.

Allison is a pretty Asian girl who only reaches my eyes when in high heels, with beautiful sleek black hair that she always wears in a thick braid that falls over her shoulder. She had been one of the best tennis players at our school, despite her only practice being from the week we'd get each year through out elementary and middle school. Keith, on the other hand, stands a good two or three heads taller than I do, at 6 feet and eight inches, also with amazing black hair. His hobbies include football, ogling over my twin sister, and making my life a living hell.

Despite our differences, I can't help but love the two of them to death.

Allison takes us to Terrace Park, a swimming pool near the arena. It's a large park with a giant sandbox right at the enterance, three drop off slides, a tube slide, and a body slide. Not to mention about seven dozen people, which allow for next to no personal space.

In other words, my own personal hell.

The man sitting at the enterance's gaze linger on me for a second as he stamps our hands as if he can't quite figure out why I look so familiar. I've gotten used to that over the past couple of months. Marie is just big enough for people to subconciously remember her without actually knowing anything about her.

A stack of newspapers sits next to the window he sits behind. I'm about to walk past them when a title on the front page catches my eye.

TEENAGE HEARTTHROB, ALEX KELLER TO STAR IN NEW MOVIE WITH UNKNOWN MODEL?!

Normally, I wouldn't care about this type of thing. Alex Keller is a current singer that raised to fame a few years ago. His songs weren't edgy or romantic, but like he fell somewhere in between Justin Beiber and Kanye, which made him slightly interesting but not nearly enough to make me waste five minutes reading an article about him being in a movie.

But the picture at the bottom makes me pause.

Instantly, I recognize the bright blonde hair, piled high on top of the woman's head. She's mostly turned away from the camera, but you can still catch a glimpse of her face.

It's Marie. Without a doubt.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Chapter Two